The weekly sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1886-1887, 1887-01-06

his mind, But l was glad to think
hat | ma q 4 clue, if but slight one
his name must be g Philip" And
| at once opened my satchel, and TAX
ing out Il card, wrote :" Philip, Jan.
1911 fSS-.' Oh If | did but know
his whole name
When | reached 'Rembcrt station"
just four miles from my own home, |
found my kind friend Mrs. Gray with
her carriage awaiting me. She was a
first cousin Of my mother, and | had
been taught to call her "Aunt Fanny"
and ever since my mothers death,
which occurred six years before nv
story begins. Mrs Edward Gray had
been to me both mother and friend.
| was thankful to find her at the stat
ion, and still more so when 1 found
that she wasataking me to " Wood
lawn her own home, instead of to
the HALF which was now so lonely
to me, and was soon to pass into the
possession of strangers
Aunt Fanny and her husband, Col.
Edward Gray, had lived at Wood
lawn their country home, most of
the time since the death of their three
little boys, but had recently purchas-
ed handsome house on 5Oth Street
in New York, where they intended to
spend part of each year, but had
delayed going, and finally rented the
house, in their interest and sympathy
for me and my affairs, which since my
fathers death uncle Ed, had taken
charge of, SO far as my interest was
concerned, so their house was a second
home to me, and one that | dearly
loved.
We found a nice hot supper ready
for US on our arrival from the station,
and as soon as we had talked over the
school, &c, &c. l said "Aunt Fanny,
eoho IS Philip" At which she laugh
ed in her blight happy way and said,
Well, there have been several of
that name, there was St. Philip''-"Oh
yes, aunt Fanny, know, bnt is there
young mani mean do yoat know
anybody named Phiip?''
well yes, there is my cousin
| Philip McCook, a very handsome
! man, and another relative, Philip
Rensaville, and young Philip Sterling
one of the grandsons of our English
aunt, Lady Crawley, and" Well
but" again interrupting, Isaid, "there
are no Philips about here are there ?"
No, do not know Of any really
but those who are my own relatives.
1t is family name you know among
the Sterlings and Crawleys, but why
are you so interested in that particu-
tar name my dear?"
Well, | told her the story of the
concert, and then of the politeness OF
my unknown friend upon the train,
but [ did not say anything particular
about his eyes and voice, and his beau.
tiful brown moustache, of which ]
kept a perfect picture in my own
heart and memory.
So she laughed lightly over it, anc
said, rather to my disappointment
When you have travelled ABOUT more
such small adventures will become O.
more comman occurrence, and Vol
will not even remember them" But
[ knew that [ could never forget tina
face and voice.
CHAPTER II.
For six months after my return
from school l was almost happy again
in the pleasant and hospitable HON
of my aunt and uncle The birds, ant
flowers, and the pet dogs, and Rol
Roy, the gentle bay horse, the lambs
and the young celves, and the pup
pies, all seemed to belong to me, for
enjoyed and fed them, and claimed
proprietorship, which was never dis
puted. And so as the time sped on,
had almost forgotten the fact that
wasaan orphan, without a penny i
the world that / could really call m
own, for never, by the slightest hin
did my kind friends ever remind M
of my utter dependence upon then
But every dream hath its awaken
ing" and mine came thus. Aunt Fan
/ ny's health. which had never bee
/ strong since the death of her first il
, FAINT son, began to fail rapidly, so the
it became necessary for her te b
t placed at once under the care of Dl
Simons, her former physician. Sh
offered most kindly to take me wit
her to New York, but 1 now realize
, the facts OF my position, and began t
r look them steadily in the face, at frs
3 with trembling heart, but I gre
$ stronger and drawer as prayed fc
/ strength and guidance, and notwitl